Dear Dad,
From February 5th, the momet that started all of this, i knew that it would never work out. Now, a year and a half later, my mom's filing for a divorce. You say you love her. You say "Why can't you love me back?" She tells you. But you don't listen. She's told you. But you don't hear her. You just care about yourself. Why doesn't she love you? Because your verbally abusive. How is she, how is anyone, supposed to love someone who curses at them and calls them worthless, who puts them down, and calls them names. I still remember when you said to me and my brothers. What you told us would happen if you and mom got divorced. You'd kill yourself. And we wouldn't get a cent. No life insurance because you commited suicide. No alimony because your dead. You said we'd have to move. To someplace like Newark. Live in an apartment. You said that Roger, my 11 year old brother would die. That the gangs would kill him. Because he would be stupid enough to go up to the gangs and say "Look at this rocket i made!" You called him a retard and told him he wouldn't have a chance. You told George, my 9 year old brother, that he would fit right in. He would join the gang, do drugs and smoke. That he would kill. That he would be part of the gang. And you told me, that when i would become a prostitute. That i'd be pregnant at 13. That mom would allow all this. And you want to know what i have to say? That will never happen. Your delusional. Your sick. Your twisted. You tell your kids this. You tell you kids lies. Because i know my mom and she will never, and i mean never, let that happen. She will never move to Newark. And she will most definetly never let us down. Unlike you.
With Hate,
Holly
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With Hate, Holly
Teen FictionHolly's dad needs anger-management, badly. He's bipolar and can flip at any second, but Holly, her mom, and her two younger brothers are unfortunately financially stuck with him till Holly's mom get's enough money for a divorce. Living with someone...
